Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was change my style?
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's another rap that I'm ready to
It goes like this, my is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up never before

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm
The city where the say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and ain't really shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, are you doin' in the White House
If you're not sellin'
Ask wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

What is life? Life is Too
I play the bitches like a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just y'all
Dr. J played basketball

You can call me Too, say it twice
get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It started on a morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named
Nasty bitches, the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch true

So much in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna till next week?
Will I get shot by a fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I really can't say, 'cause I know why
People out here droppin' dead like
I used to see a boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't last too when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand when I want my

You can't it, you know I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight on the mic
'Cause he's than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch junk
You little punk-ass boy, listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you MC's
To the end of the world and push you
Good luck couldn't you in a four leaf clover

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
Gettin' clowned by the from east Oaktown

And the look in your when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a man die, laughin' at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out fake ass Simple

I understood one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just don't stop mackin', don't cappin'
Don't rappin' now you see what happens

mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the
And when it to game, you are lame

Never heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my

There's a I know her name is Betty
to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll you up
All the boys just can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I won't say girl, won't say she's black
the kind of girl that make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, rock me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got this
It's not gonna stop till the end of
Like and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all night

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I playin'
To all the home boys time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it for real
tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was born and raised in the Golden

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more
Big bank, now make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too $hort baby damn ain't fake

But the sucker are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, your mouth
How can you talk about me, and call me
When your smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a bitch and a sucker MC
All you bastards got the
And fuck you 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
you damn shithead bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
out my style